1/14/2025 for When You Are Old Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
When I read poetry, I have no clue; so, I imagine that the poet meant he would soon, to the afterworld, be sent, and wrote to his dear love before he flew. Dying young, he would sadly miss her life, and hoped that his beloved one would know that he would watch over her down below, the one who, one day, might have been his wife. Experience informs that timeless love of the soul, sans aging or appearance, lives on forever with perseverance. Wherefrom comes such love - maybe from above.
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